Over the Edge

Lois Lane LOVED her job. She loved how she APPROACHED her job, and she loved everyone involved in her job! Especially Superman. Over the last year, Metropolis had experienced things that you'd only expect to find in movies! And Lois was right there at the very forefront of all of it!

She loved the excitement. The danger. But the embarrassment that, despite all odds, she seemed drawn to? That... Made her wish that she was still safely in the Daily Planet, fetching coffee and writing fluff pieces about dogs.

Today was one such day. Where the embarrassment outweighed the fun.

"GET 'EM, SUPERMAN! Make sure to keep one intact so we can study them!" Lois called from the sidelines-- Only to catch a **** glare from Jimmy Olson beside her. "Aha... I mean. If you can!"

The Kryptonian in question was currently being swarmed by an endless supply of killer robots! Killer to humans. A mild threat to a Kryptonian. But they were plentiful enough that Superman seemed to be struggling. Lois, for her part, loved watching him work...

That is, until a stray laser impacted right in front of their hiding place.

The explosion was deafening! A burst of smoke and fire that thankfully didn't vaporize the two human reporters-- But it did send Lois flying backwards, right over the edge of the building.

"No-- No, no-no-no-no-- SUPERMA--"

Lois was caught just before she could fall to her almost certain ****! Though, she wasn't exactly safe. Rather than being held by her otherworldly boyfriend... Jimmy had grabbed her. By the waistband of her jeans, of all things! Lois lay there, wide eyed, staring up at Jimmy, with nothing but a scrawny boy's grip and her pants keeping her from certain ****.

"OHH- Okay! Okay, good save! I guess! Pull me up!"

"I... I can't!" Jimmy groaned, sprawled against the rooftop edge.

"What-- I thought you were working out with Clark!"

"Oh yeah, let me just workout with Superman! I handle the selfies!" Jimmy strained, struggling to maintain his grip, much less pull her to safety.

Lois was thinking up a retort-- When she began to sink farther backwards, the top of her tanned hips gradually peeking out.

"Uh... Superman! CLARK! Could use a little hand when you get the chance-!"